Monday, June 12, 2017

Whoops, I saved this to drafts instead of posting it!

Well hey, new story that I'm going to turn into a script for a class. Enjoy my new story, "Powerless".

“Think about how you got here, Reed. What did you do to end up on that side of the table, with enough chains on you to anchor a cruise liner.” The man across the room eyed Caden a few times, then tossed a manila folder to him. It hit the tabletop without much force, but the sound it made seemed deafening in the quiet room.
                  “Well, I assume it’s because I stopped a robbery, officer Doyle,” Caden said, shrugging. The chains on his shoulders and back clinked against one another as he struggled to lift them. “Or maybe it’s because I didn’t eat my Wheaties? Oh wait, no. This is some kind of test, isn’t it? Like the ones they do at jobs to make sure you’re honest. I’ve always been shit at-“
                  “Enough, Reed.”
                  “Jeez, who pissed in your cereal today?”
                  “You apparently. Registration is law, you know that.”
                  “Oh that? Yeah, forgive me if I don’t want to be a government stooge.”
                  “What the hell do you have against registering? You’re a meta-human, you could literally be the most popular force for good on the planet if you got your head out of your ass for fifteen seconds.”
                  “And then what? You point me in a direction and expect me to go and melt doors off their hinges? You know what happens when the government has us all on the payroll Doyle.”
                  “I know where you’re going, Caden. Don’t even-“
                  “Once we’re working for the government-“
                  “Reed, I swear to god-“
                  “They say who’s good and bad-“
                  “Shut your-“
                  “And good people get caught in the middle, just like Claire.”
                  “Shut the fuck up Reed!” Doyle’s hand crashed into the table, leaving a dent that showed he could’ve easily brained a rhino with his bare hands.
                  “You were so proud of her Richard,” Caden said. “You loved her. She was blood after all. And I loved her too. But she believed in what we did. I’ve been helping people, without needing someone to tell me who the heroes and who the villains are. I see something bad, I stop it. Just like she wanted.”
                  “You’re breaking the law, Caden. So was she.”
                  “And they killed her for it, Richard. They killed Brute Force’s, their own star’s, only daughter.”
                  “It was an accident, there was so much chaos…”
                  “But if they had let us do what we set out to do, no one would’ve died.”
                  Officer Doyle sighed. His head hung low as he turned away from Caden.
                  “You’re like a son to me, Caden, but you know I can’t just let you go. There are four more officers on their way with the insulated restraints. You won’t be able to get out of those, even if I did just unlock you.”
                  “You’re not Thunderhead. Those don’t mean a damn thing to you. You’re the one and only Brute Force, the best meta-cop on the planet.”
                  “I’m registered. They’ll hunt down my wife, my mom, everyone.”
                  “Not if we hide them. I know more than enough people and places that your family can disappear to.”
                  “So, what, you want me to join your vigilante squad? Metas are basically nuclear warheads with an I.Q. People could still get hurt.” Doyle’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and glanced at the screen. “It doesn’t matter, they’re ten minutes away with the transport.”

                  “Still time,” Caden said, pushing his chained-up arms across the table. “Better your finger on the launch button than someone who’s never seen the effects. What’s your call?”

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